Back in October of 2007, I developed seismophobia, the fear of earthquakes. Yeah, yeah, it sounds stupid, or funny, but I cannot, I repeat, cannot deal with earthquakes the way some people do.
October 30th, 2007, 8:00 pm, I experienced my first 4.5 magnitude earthquake. It literally scared me to the point where I almost lost my mind. After that night, I barely slept for three fucking months, I stayed up, readying myself just in case another earthquake hit. When I did sleep, I slept in my parents room, all three of us squished in their queen size bed. I was a chubby middle schooler back then.
I would jump up whenever someone would bump into me or my desk; or sometimes even break out in a sweat if walked into a crowd of people. I hated going into tight crowed spaces, and didn’t like being stuck inside. I got nervous whenever my dog would bark or cry, and was constantly alert if people started yelling.
I had developed post traumatic stress disorder from an earthquake. Also, general anxiety disorder.
I joke about many things, but having seismophobia is not a joke, among other topics.
We recently had a earthquake where I lived, and it’s 3:45 am. I can’t sleep, I cant bring my raised heart rate down. I can’t sleep, I’m scared I might be having another panic attack, because of the earthquake.